Page 86 of My Rules for Revenge
This is usually how things went in my group of friends. They were loyal, of course, but it was like they were allergic to new ideas. I suppose it was mainly my fault. I had a lot of years racked up on being a bad person and talking smack about girls. If I said anything contrary to what I’d said in the past, they acted like I was a Martian clone sent to replace the real me.
While I was done feuding with Heather, Carlos was not. Carlos took it further than I ever intended. Fine, that was a lie. I wanted to completely humiliate Heather, but at that point, I was genuinely done.
It all started when Carlos received an anonymous message from someone who needed his help. After the events of the party, what Carlos decided to do next changed everything. I felt sympathy for Heather. Her world was already turned upside down by what I did, but after this, it exploded into a million tiny pieces.
When I got home, I didn’t feel like myself. I ignored my mother’s pleas for more cigarettes while I rushed into my room. I knew I would get yelled at later, but I didn’t care. I was having the worst night of my life, and I wanted to sleep. I quickly took off my clothes, threw myself into my bed, and closed my eyes. All I thought about was how the Terror Twins had almost drowned me—all I saw were Angelica and Erica’s faces. They were forever etched into my memory. I eventually fell asleep a few hours later, but I soon woke up when I felt myself falling as though I was being pushed into a deep swimming pool. I calmed myself down and tried to relax—it had been a horrible nightmare.
I managed to sleep through the rest of the night and went to school the next day, not feeling too well. There weren’t many students at school, which was strange, but I remembered Frank’s party. A lot of people were there, and they were most likely hungover. I walked straight into my first-period class. It was dimly lit, and my teacher wasn’t there yet. I sat near the back and put my head down. A few minutes later, I heard the doorswing open. Five girls walked in, and none of them belonged to my class. Heather, Vivian, Luna, Angelica, and Erica all came in wearing red shirts that had a picture of my face crossed out with a giant red X.
“We’re not finished with you!” Heather exclaimed.
They glided over to me, and before I could utter a single word, they grabbed me and slammed me down on top of the desk. Vivian duct-taped my mouth shut while Heather took out a sizable kitchen knife. Vivian and Luna took out similar ones. Angelica and Erica took out massive hatchets.
My muffled, guttural screams echoed inside the classroom as they all simultaneously stabbed me all over my body. I felt unworldly, excruciating pain as they slashed and impaled me with zero remorse. Pockets of blood oozed off my body and onto the floor as I began to lose consciousness.Before I knew it, Heather took Angelica’s hatchet and sliced open my throat in an instant.
I woke up in a cold sweat and tumbled to the floor. My heart was thumping out of my chest, and I just kept telling myself that it was a horrible nightmare. I peeked over to my alarm clock and saw it was time for school. I reluctantly stood up and got ready.
CHAPTER 20
HEATHER
Iwas at school, and my class was taken to the auditorium along with six other classes. We were set to watch a presentation about cyberbullying in the twenty-first century—some tone-deaf bullshit like that.
There were hundreds of students inside. They all had their phones out and were ready to snap a picture or record a video of any disaster that may occur.
I sat next to Vivian. I should’ve known something was about to go horribly wrong when the teachers had trouble getting into the projector booth. It was locked and blocked from the inside. I paid no attention and just thought the teachers were a bunch of idiots.
After a few minutes, the projector in the auditorium slid down. Everyone began murmuring, and the teachers had confused expressions on their faces. It turned on and showed the desktopof a computer screen. The mouse moved to the icon of a video player app and clicked on it. The window opened, and a black screen with a play button materialized.
“What the hell is happening?” I asked.
“I have no idea. Even the teachers look confused,” Vivian commented.
A few seconds later, a slideshow of various pictures began to play. I quickly realized they were pictures from Frankie’s party. One was a picture of me dancing, another showed Vivian and Frankie walking upstairs, and one of them showed me hitting Jacob while Eddy was trying to stop me from behind. The other pictures were random shots of Porter chugging a beer, Marcus smoking a bong, Luna screaming, Carlos getting tossed out, a dude named Bert beating his chest like a gorilla, and more.
“Is this a prank? Why are they showing these?” Vivian asked.
“This is some type of weird,” I exclaimed.
It went black, and the perpetrator typed, “I hope everyone’s ready for this.”
“Ready for what?”
“It’s gonna show a video of two turtles having sex. I bet you one thousand dollars.”
The projector then showed a series of text messages between two people. Someone was texting a contact labeled “Boy.” A computerized voice read them all out loud.
“Wow! Today was amazing. I’m still really sorry about that first time. The little guy failed me, lol,” the boy wrote.
“No, no, no. It’s fine. I read about it online, and it happens to almost every guy.”
“After that, though… I think I got the hang of it,” the boy answered.
“You really did. You really gave it to me, haha.”
“You’re so hot, babe,” the boy wrote.
“You’re so hot, too.”
